Lips of cherry berry wine, hair of gold is spun
Kiss the stars and ride the moon
And back before the sun

I leave at dawn to earn my bread
She sleeps the sleep of the living dead
The windows shuttered from the light
Freedom only comes by night
Remember what the preacher said
Prisoner of the marriage bed
Bound to keep me comforted 
When I hunger keep me fed
I so large and she so slight
But she knows how to make things right

A tiny hand to hold in mine, our two lives now are one
Kiss the stars and ride the moon
And back before the sun

When I return her sleep has fled
Her frown is now a smile instead
She has an endless appetite
And in the dusk her grip is tight
This lovely maiden I have wed
She tosses back her curly head
Wraps me in her covering spread
Prisoner of the marriage bed
We laugh and love in pure delight
For she knows how to make things right

I dream the stars all in a line, the full moon has begun
Kiss the stars and ride the moon
And back before the sun

The hours of night have quickly sped
And I awake awash in red
The sheets are crimson over white
She’s sleeping, my exhausted sprite
No evidence that she has bled
Or from which wound the blood was shed
So far from home the moon-star led
And so returned her to my bed
Exhausted from her frenzied flight
And she may never make things right

Lips of cherry berry wine, hair of gold is spun
Kiss the stars and ride the moon
And back before the sun